In the vast, single-floor office, Nina Sinclair couldn’t find anywhere to hide.
But the paparazzi across the way were waiting for her to appear so they could snap unflattering photos, and the entertainment reporters outside were waiting for an interview.
She had nowhere left to run.
The immense psychological pressure made Nina Sinclair burst into tears.
She hurried to the door and cried out, "Get out, all of you! I don’t want to be interviewed!"
Hearing a response, the reporters outside immediately grew excited.
Among them were plenty of unscrupulous paparazzi who would stop at nothing for clicks.
One of the reporters asked in a gloating tone, "Miss Sinclair, do you have any comment on the online rumors? If the allegations are true, will you consider making a public apology?"
"Did you incite a minor to sabotage the experiment?"
"Are all the accusations against you online true?"
"Can you open the door and let us in to get the full story?"
Outside the office, the noise grew louder and louder. The hallway was filled with the sound of shuffling feet.
Just as Nina Sinclair was reeling in terror, something horrifying happened.
She clearly heard the lock on the magenta door turning. Someone outside had a key and was opening it.
Nina Sinclair slowly got to her feet, her heart sinking.
The next moment, the door swung open.
A mob of reporters brandished microphones while a cameraman, shouldering his camera, started snapping photos relentlessly.


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